A brewery nearby the farm where the farmers often go after an honest day's work to relax and socialize
Daily Routine
Wakes up at 5:00 a.m. and starts a day by drinking a cup of milk. Begins to work at 5:30 a.m. which includes, planting seeds, tilling the soil, fertilizing, harvesting, etc.
Personality
Loving and kind. Hardworking and honest.
Wants to have enough money for food for his family
Longs for equality - wishes to be richer, but only to have a more comfortable life, not for greed.
Always feels sorry for his family for their social class being in a difficult situation
Funny and likes to joke around with people he is close with. Sometimes acts reckless and thinks he is handsome
Past Family History
Used to live with his mother, until she passed away (disease).
He grew up in Third Estate, and his father always longed for a larger farm.
Family
A wife and two children
Social Relations
Own Class: He is known as the handsome young lad who married a beautiful girl and is well liked. He is not very involved in the revolutionary efforts or pays any attention to politics. However, he has been associating with a few bourgeoisie and other young farmers with a little bit of land and is aware that others in his class feel the same difficulties he does.
Other Classes: Emmett has been having conflicts with his feudal land owner for quite some time. His land lord has been making him pay more and more dues for using his land, and Emmett blames his family starving on the upper classes. He does not know a single rich man who has tried to help him out. He believes the rich just want to be richer, and nothing more can be said about their personalities.
Religion
Catholic
Education
Low - is literate, but hasn't any formal education.
He learned to farm from his father and started working on the farm as a young boy.
Languages
French
Main Hardships
Crop failures in the recent years due to bad weather has caused a significant strain on all of the farms in Emmett's region. He is worried day-in and day-out that he will not get paid much for his harvest.
He fears his wife is becoming skinnier by the day, and his children are not fed well. He remembers growing up hungry as a boy himself, and he does not wish the same memories for his young son.
Diary Entry I: On the Eve of the Revolution & the Revolution Start
July 13, 1789
I am anxious, scared, yet hopeful.
I have been living in destitute my entire life, and with the baby girl just born, I am not sure I can continue to go on the way I have been. My darling Francesca has been more and more distraught, and my boy, Raoul, is too young to stop complaining about the hunger. Our landlord, Monsieur Rosano, has been asking for more rent in times of desperation, let alone the government taxes on every little grain of food we scrounge. I miss mother dearly in times like this... how is a 26-year-old supposed to go on?
Of course, Francesca, Raoul, and my new baby girl doesn’t fully grasp what is happening. I don’t want to say anything about the associations I have been making at the brewery, because I don’t want to worry them. But, when the time comes, I will fight. I will stand up for the good people of France. I will fight for justice. I will fight to make France a livable country for my son and baby girl to grow up in.
I had an encounter with Jean George on the street during the day. He is also a member of the Third Estate, but he is in different shape than I - he has money because he sells more and being a merchant is more profitable than being a farmer. Anyhow he and I had been talking, about how life is - I couldn't help but spill my heart out about how different he and I are, though we are in the same Estate. I told him about Fran, and the babies starving everyday. Well,, that was just to start off the conversation, but Jean, too, thought life was difficult and King Louis's offensive actions as of late have urked something inside him. He is going to fight too. I guess, it is not just about putting bread on the table. It is a matter of social justice!
Our spirits are high, and we are determined to keep going. I can feel movement coming to my town. People say it won’t be many days until we will get the word from Paris on when we should start our riot in the suburb. My blood boils and hands twitch just thinking about it.
Diary Entry II: The Radical Period
September 10, 1790
I am not feeling good these days. Bad weather has caused a significant strain on all of my farms. After I had a lunch, I heard an interesting news from my darling Francesca that Louis XVI is getting executed. Since I wanted to take a break, I went out to the street. As I was walking, I saw my buddy, Nicolas Martin, walking down from the opposite direction. I gladly greeted him and so did he. It was so nice to see another farmer, who shares my struggles. We spoke of the crop failures both agreed that we need to raise the price of bread so we could keep putting food on the table for our family. Then Nicolas mentioned something about the sans-culottes. Nicolas told me how he was not going to stop fighting for the revolution yet. I agreed with him. Although there was a new regime in power, we, the farmers, still don't ahve enough representation or a role in the national Legislative Assembly. I know tons of small shop owners and other Parisian workers who want to be more involved. In fact, several of them went on a killing spree of the French troops defending Paris and all those who still support Louis XVI. I have too much responsibility at home to take part in such raids, but we ought to teach the nobles, priests, and royalist sympathizers what France is really made of.
What I read in L'Ami du Peuple this morning (this guy Jean-Paul Marat as become a popular person among us in the farm), urged us to kill all those who continued to support the king. But the more important message I gathered was that Louis XVI isn't even a king anymore! He is just a commoner! Just like Francesca and I! Jacobins said he committed treason and he would be beheaded at the guillotine. I don't take part in politics. I leave that upto my educated brothers, the ones who can give good speeches and read and help write the new Constitution. But if I ever did go to school longer, I would say I am a little scared about the Jacobins. They are too extreme! It seems they want our Estate to keep the violence on-going agasint the other Estates. But I just want to be happy with my family. I don't like the Jacobins for their crazy, gruesome punishments of people that get in their way. What is different about the Jacobins from the king who wanted everything his way?
When will Francesca, Raoul and my baby girl going to be able to live in peace?
Diary Entry III:
Early November, 1799
Even though I was catholic, I went to church to pray for my family members today. Francesca's health was in decline and my children were having a hard time on starvation. After I was done praying, I saw my childhood friend,Leonardio Perisia, praying in front of me. I have not seen him for a while even though we were living close. When he was done praying, I called his name with a big smile. He saw me in a surprise and greeted me. We went to a bar to talk about life that we have gone through and a little bit of gossips about how the world is going.
As soon as we arrived at the bar, we started our conversation about this guy named Napoleon Bonaparte. He was not a politician but a military commander. Although he was not a professional at politics, we had confidence that he will make a good politician. We were talking about how Napoleon became a hero and save year of French Republic because he led the French army against Austria, Sardinia and Italy and one against all of them. I am truly hoping that Napoleon makes our situation much better than others did in the past.
When I came home from the bar, Francesca told me about the Coup d'Etat during the day where Napoleon's troops surrounded the national legislature to drive out the Directory and is awful members! After I heard that story, I got hope in mentally and was certain that he would become a good leader. Just the fact that a guy like Napoleon came into power is a symbol of revolution itself because he was not born as a royal. Perhaps one day my son Raoul would become a military commander and rule France.
Emmett Pierre
A Farmer from Third Estate Who Longed for a Revolution...Character Creation
Diary Entry I: On the Eve of the Revolution & the Revolution Start
July 13, 1789
I am anxious, scared, yet hopeful.
I have been living in destitute my entire life, and with the baby girl just born, I am not sure I can continue to go on the way I have been. My darling Francesca has been more and more distraught, and my boy, Raoul, is too young to stop complaining about the hunger. Our landlord, Monsieur Rosano, has been asking for more rent in times of desperation, let alone the government taxes on every little grain of food we scrounge. I miss mother dearly in times like this... how is a 26-year-old supposed to go on?
Of course, Francesca, Raoul, and my new baby girl doesn’t fully grasp what is happening. I don’t want to say anything about the associations I have been making at the brewery, because I don’t want to worry them. But, when the time comes, I will fight. I will stand up for the good people of France. I will fight for justice. I will fight to make France a livable country for my son and baby girl to grow up in.
I had an encounter with Jean George on the street during the day. He is also a member of the Third Estate, but he is in different shape than I - he has money because he sells more and being a merchant is more profitable than being a farmer. Anyhow he and I had been talking, about how life is - I couldn't help but spill my heart out about how different he and I are, though we are in the same Estate. I told him about Fran, and the babies starving everyday. Well,, that was just to start off the conversation, but Jean, too, thought life was difficult and King Louis's offensive actions as of late have urked something inside him. He is going to fight too. I guess, it is not just about putting bread on the table. It is a matter of social justice!
Our spirits are high, and we are determined to keep going. I can feel movement coming to my town. People say it won’t be many days until we will get the word from Paris on when we should start our riot in the suburb. My blood boils and hands twitch just thinking about it.
Diary Entry II: The Radical Period
September 10, 1790
I am not feeling good these days. Bad weather has caused a significant strain on all of my farms. After I had a lunch, I heard an interesting news from my darling Francesca that Louis XVI is getting executed. Since I wanted to take a break, I went out to the street. As I was walking, I saw my buddy, Nicolas Martin, walking down from the opposite direction. I gladly greeted him and so did he. It was so nice to see another farmer, who shares my struggles. We spoke of the crop failures both agreed that we need to raise the price of bread so we could keep putting food on the table for our family. Then Nicolas mentioned something about the sans-culottes. Nicolas told me how he was not going to stop fighting for the revolution yet. I agreed with him. Although there was a new regime in power, we, the farmers, still don't ahve enough representation or a role in the national Legislative Assembly. I know tons of small shop owners and other Parisian workers who want to be more involved. In fact, several of them went on a killing spree of the French troops defending Paris and all those who still support Louis XVI. I have too much responsibility at home to take part in such raids, but we ought to teach the nobles, priests, and royalist sympathizers what France is really made of.
What I read in L'Ami du Peuple this morning (this guy Jean-Paul Marat as become a popular person among us in the farm), urged us to kill all those who continued to support the king. But the more important message I gathered was that Louis XVI isn't even a king anymore! He is just a commoner! Just like Francesca and I! Jacobins said he committed treason and he would be beheaded at the guillotine. I don't take part in politics. I leave that upto my educated brothers, the ones who can give good speeches and read and help write the new Constitution. But if I ever did go to school longer, I would say I am a little scared about the Jacobins. They are too extreme! It seems they want our Estate to keep the violence on-going agasint the other Estates. But I just want to be happy with my family. I don't like the Jacobins for their crazy, gruesome punishments of people that get in their way. What is different about the Jacobins from the king who wanted everything his way?
When will Francesca, Raoul and my baby girl going to be able to live in peace?
Diary Entry III:
Early November, 1799
Even though I was catholic, I went to church to pray for my family members today. Francesca's health was in decline and my children were having a hard time on starvation. After I was done praying, I saw my childhood friend,Leonardio Perisia, praying in front of me. I have not seen him for a while even though we were living close. When he was done praying, I called his name with a big smile. He saw me in a surprise and greeted me. We went to a bar to talk about life that we have gone through and a little bit of gossips about how the world is going.
As soon as we arrived at the bar, we started our conversation about this guy named Napoleon Bonaparte. He was not a politician but a military commander. Although he was not a professional at politics, we had confidence that he will make a good politician. We were talking about how Napoleon became a hero and save year of French Republic because he led the French army against Austria, Sardinia and Italy and one against all of them. I am truly hoping that Napoleon makes our situation much better than others did in the past.
When I came home from the bar, Francesca told me about the Coup d'Etat during the day where Napoleon's troops surrounded the national legislature to drive out the Directory and is awful members! After I heard that story, I got hope in mentally and was certain that he would become a good leader. Just the fact that a guy like Napoleon came into power is a symbol of revolution itself because he was not born as a royal. Perhaps one day my son Raoul would become a military commander and rule France.